I was wondering if I may ask for a scenario in which shinsou had a horrible day and lashes out at his S/O, but she is understanding and just let's him have his break down before hugging/comforting out tired, sad lil boi? I love you blog sorry if I didnt word this correctly ;-;
just thought I’d put these two together as I had an idea that could use them both! I hope you guys like it <3
The clock rang 9pm and, as the schedule for the day dictated, the keys of the small apartment you owned rattled outside, though you knew exactly who it was at this time. You turned around with a smile from your place on the couch when you heard him coming in, but the tired grimace on your boyfriend’s face told you all you needed to know.
“Bad day, huh?”
“Don’t even start with that,” Hitoshi muttered half groaning as he made his way to the kitchen, passing you by without even sparing you a glance. You were surprised he had talked to you like that, but when he came back and sat on the opposite side of the couch with a can of beer on his hands you understood it had been one hell of a day at work. “You know what I don’t deserve? This,” he said as he gestured at his bandaged wrist, something you had not noticed before thanks to his long-sleeved shirt covering it. “I don’t deserve being put through so much shit every day, I don’t deserve the lack of recognition from my peers. I trained long and hard for this for so many years, you know? I fought for a place here.”
You tilted your head and gave him a gentle gaze, which he didn’t notice as he opened his drink and took a long sip. You opened your mouth to let out a sigh and spoke slowly. “So, will you tell me w-”
“Don’t interrupt me,” he cut you off, now with a harsh tone that threatened to turn into yelling at any point. Whatever was going on was getting to his head you guessed, but it would be worse if you made him bottle things up - you were sure he’d apologize for his behaviour later - he always did. “Then, I have to stand everyone else back at the agency just telling me how everything I do in the missions is still long ways to go until I’m as good as them; I’m just grateful the boss doesn’t approve their behaviour, otherwise I would’ve already made them resign from their positions as sidekicks. What are we, back in high school?” Slowly and without cutting his speech, you scooted closer and closer to him until he took a big breath and buried his face on his hands, taking the chance to lean your head on his shoulder, to which he stiffened, but before he could add anything else you spoke up, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.
“They can all stick it; I know your worth and I know everything you’ve done to get where you are right now and you bet your ass I’m super proud of you.” Hitoshi’s only response was to give you a side glance with all the anger he felt inside, returning it to a point on the opposite wall after just three seconds. “I want nothing more than the best for you, and right now you need to forget about what happens outside the front door and just focus on me, the one that wants to take care of you too. Dinner’s waiting for you but we can take a few moments to unwind.”
Seeing as he didn’t respond right away, you pulled away from the gentle embrace but held into his arm, bringing him along as you laid against the armrest with his head nestled on your chest - some days he’d complain about how he felt he was hurting you by lying on your breasts, but nothing came out of him this time. You struggled to free your left hand from below him, but once you did it went straight to the top of his head, enjoying the softness of his purple locks as you played with them the way you knew he liked it.
It took him a minute or two to hold on to you as well, timidly wrapping an arm around your waist and burying his face on you even more as he let out a soft sigh. “I’m sorry (Y/N),” he whispered after a while, “I didn’t mean to treat you like that or to act like a hormonal teenager. It’s just…”
“Sh, I know love.” From your slightly uncomfortable position you could see a little hint of a smile appearing on the corners of his lips, and you leaned your head softly against the couch as you felt your eyes closing while sleep silently took the both of you by surprise. Even like that, you started humming and singing his favourite tune as your breathing went to the same rhythm, and you knew he had already fallen asleep without seeing his face. You kept the song going until the end, not wanting to break the atmosphere as you took in the silence of the apartment, and when you were sure he had completely passed out you slithered a bit under his grasp until your head was against the armrest and his on your shoulder.
Peace invaded your body and you felt beyond content, enjoying the warmth having him close gave you; you knew you had things to do yet had no will to wake him up or remove him from his position, and you kept on playing with his hair as you, too, fell into a deep slumber, broken only by the sight of his lazy smile many hours later.
